By Zephyria 
Seo Yi-kyung’s eyes widened. He looked at Han Seung-jae as if doubting the words that had just reached his ear. The refined features of his face were the same as always. That was why Seo Yi-kyung couldn’t help but feel even more tense. Was he speaking sincerely? But then again, he wasn’t the type of person to say things without meaning them.
Watching the incessantly trembling pupils, Han Seung-jae rubbed Seo Yi-kyung’s lower lip with his finger.
“I feel like I’d cum immediately if you sucked it while making sounds with your mouth.”
Seo Yi-kyung’s upper body, which had been moving breathlessly as he was pushed into a corner, gradually sank. He looked at Han Seung-jae, who was touching his lip, and spoke.
“Did… did something happen outside?”
The touch of Han Seung-jae’s hand stroking his lip stopped. He looked down at Seo Yi-kyung with indifferent eyes. Seo Yi-kyung felt himself shrinking as the distance closed, but he made an effort not to change the subject.
“I just wondered if something bad happened at the company.”
Seo Yi-kyung had never worked before. However, he had seen Han Seung-jae coming home late at night, falling asleep at dawn, and even the various documents lining the desk when he visited his office. So, he could vaguely guess that Han Seung-jae might be struggling a bit.
Otherwise, this behavior—pushing him into a corner and acting as if he were teasing him—was incomprehensible. No, wait. He had always been this kind of person.
However, from the moment they encountered each other in the living room, Han Seung-jae’s expression felt different from usual. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was different, but it might not have been an illusion that Han Seung-jae seemed to be in a bad mood.
Han Seung-jae withdrew the hand that had been touching his lip.
“Ah.”
Maybe he shouldn’t have said it out loud. It seemed he had meddled unnecessarily.
In that moment, Seo Yi-kyung noticed the gap that opened as Han Seung-jae withdrew his hand. He glanced at Han Seung-jae, who seemed lost in thought, and took a step forward.
Seo Yi-kyung pressed the elevator button. As the doors opened, he hurried outside as if nothing had happened.
Just before the doors closed, Han Seung-jae stepped out. He watched Seo Yi-kyung’s retreating back as he walked away quickly, then turned his head to look at his own reflection in the elevator door.
* * *
Entering the bedroom, Seo Yi-kyung still felt as if Han Seung-jae’s lips were touching his own. The sensation of their tongues intertwining and sucking, and especially around his stomach, remained. The feeling of Han Seung-jae gripping his waist and pressing against him was vivid. Seo Yi-kyung looked back as if confirming the door was closed, then walked to the bed and plopped down.
He really is a man you can’t let your guard down around for a second.
Because of this, getting into an elevator alone with Han Seung-jae was practically a dangerous act. But he really did seem to be in a bad mood. Did something happen outside?
However, there weren’t many people who could get on Han Seung-jae’s nerves. In the original story, most people were desperate to get on his good side. His surroundings were filled with people frantic to catch Han Seung-jae’s eye to receive investment funds. That likely wasn’t much different now, so at most, it would be his father, Han Yechan.
Suddenly, he recalled the words Han Seung-jae had uttered at the dining table a moment ago.
—I’ve already told the house, so keep that in mind. If they contact you to have a family meal without my knowledge, tell them I can’t go because I’m busy.
At that time, a flicker of displeasure had appeared in the corners of Han Seung-jae’s eyes. So, something must have happened with his father. Even so, it wasn’t something Seo Yi-kyung could step in on. It wasn’t just anyone; they were blood-related family. Wasn’t Seo Yi-kyung also tied by a tenacious bond with Seo Dong-hu because of that? He hadn’t felt any pity when he saw Seo Dong-hu; was Han Seung-jae the same?
Seo Yi-kyung’s face sank gloomily. In fact, hadn’t there been things that became tangled like a messy ball of yarn because he stepped in?
Seo Yi-kyung couldn’t forget the troubled look in Jin Seon-yu’s eyes as he looked at his phone in the painting studio. Jin Seon-yu had avoided and ignored the calls coming from Kwon Gwi-jun. But then again, he couldn’t convey Kwon Gwi-jun’s true intentions either. That was a problem the two of them had to solve.
Seo Yi-kyung rose from the bed and entered the bathroom. He washed up lightly and changed into pajamas. Then, as he sat on the bed and stared blankly at the baby shoes on the nightstand, the clicking sound of the door made Seo Yi-kyung’s shoulders jump. As he lifted the blanket and crawled inside, Han Seung-jae’s voice reached him.
“Are you unable to sleep because you’re hungry?”
It was a time when he would usually be asleep. Come to think of it, all he had eaten was an apple around evening. Seo Yi-kyung pulled the blanket up to his chest and murmured calmly.
“I was trying to sleep.”
Seo Yi-kyung lay on his side, feeling the heaviness beside him on the bed. The bed was wide, so there was no chance of touching Han Seung-jae’s body. Nevertheless, Seo Yi-kyung felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
“Are you going to keep stimulating me like that?”
“…”
Seo Yi-kyung didn’t move an inch. He simply listened intently to the sound of Han Seung-jae’s breathing behind him.
“Getting me this excited is nice, too.”
Seo Yi-kyung wondered if pheromones were leaking from his body. Had he unconsciously let some slip while sitting on the bed lost in thought?
But since he spent so much time in this room, pheromones usually lingered here anyway. Above all, Han Seung-jae’s white musk scent was thick. No, that was something he had been emitting from his body since the moment he entered the room.
Seo Yi-kyung closed his eyes. Han Seung-jae’s movements were transmitted clearly behind his back.
He never came when Seo Yi-kyung waited for him, so why had he entered the room so early today? Seo Yi-kyung suppressed the myriad of thoughts branching out. Unawares, he felt a cold touch beneath his chin.
Han Seung-jae gripped Seo Yi-kyung’s chin and turned it to the side.
“By the way, how did you know I was in a bad mood earlier?”
Seo Yi-kyung remained silent, keeping his eyelids closed with absolute devotion. He kept his eyes shut as if he felt nothing, even as Han Seung-jae’s finger pressed firmly against his lips.
“You think you look like you’re sleeping just because you close your eyes.”
I let you slide a few times. Han Seung-jae’s voice blurred in his ear.
Seo Yi-kyung momentarily agonized over what to do. What if Han Seung-jae got angry? He didn’t have the confidence to handle the aftermath.
But the moment of hesitation was short. Han Seung-jae readily removed his hand from the lips as if backing away.
The chest that had been swollen with tension gradually subsided. He must be planning to just sleep, as usual. It was a relief, if anything. Perhaps he was trying to exercise more restraint than before since he heard about the baby.
Just then, a soft, hot piece of flesh touched his lips. The foreign object rubbing against his lower lip was thick yet hard. It was expanding in size. It even parted his lips and pushed inside.
Seo Yi-kyung snapped his eyes open.
“…!”
His gaze intertwined with Han Seung-jae, who was bracing himself with one hand against the headboard. With his gaze fixed downward, he rubbed the cock he was holding with his hand against Seo Yi-kyung’s lips.
“Are you awake?”
His tone held a tenderness that might be shared between a married couple waking up. However, his actions were not so. Pheromones exploded from Han Seung-jae’s body. Perhaps it felt that way even more because he was holding his dick against his lips.
Seo Yi-kyung’s lips moved.
“Seung…”
The glans poked deep into Seo Yi-kyung’s throat, piercing through his flickering tongue in one go.
“Hng, ugh.”
Tears instantly welled up in Seo Yi-kyung’s eyes. It was partly because it was so sudden, but also because Han Seung-jae’s long member had thrust deep into his throat.
Han Seung-jae slowly pulled his cock back. However, he moved his hips as before, rubbing his dick over the tongue. Seo Yi-kyung felt something sticky sliding down his throat. His Adam’s apple bobbed heavily as he swallowed it down.
Han Seung-jae let out a husky breath.
“Tell me. How did you know I was in a bad mood earlier?”
“Ugh, nngh.”
As Seo Yi-kyung moved his tongue, he scraped the underside of the glans that occupied his mouth. Mm. Han Seung-jae let out a low, rumbling sound from his throat.
How could he possibly speak while his lips were blocked by a dick? Seo Yi-kyung urgently tapped Han Seung-jae’s thigh with his hand.
“Mmph!”
Han Seung-jae withdrew his hips in a slow motion. The long member slid out, parting Seo Yi-kyung’s lips. At the tip of the member, glistening with saliva, pre-cum was welling up. Han Seung-jae gripped his cock and rubbed it against Seo Yi-kyung’s cheek. The area under Seo Yi-kyung’s left eye was poked haphazardly.
Seo Yi-kyung’s left eye closed instinctively at the member surging violently as if it would poke his eye. Veins were prominent on the slippery cock. Because of that, the member touching his cheek felt threatening.
“If you don’t want to talk, do you want to suck it again?”
Fluid leaked from the tip of the urethra Han Seung-jae was gripping. It brushed past Seo Yi-kyung’s eye, creating a trail down his cheek and chin, and then headed back upward.